More Willie.
I know I haven’t written many real articles lately, but it is the holidays. I’m on vacation and I have been relaxing and enjoying spending time with friends. So real life will have to wait a bit. Especially with nights like last night...
None of us could have imagined how the night would start out. Tyler, Luis, and I saw college night advertised at a nice club in downtown DC..Home At Ultrabar. We roll up, pay the cover, and walk into prom night. Seriously. At least 4/5’s of the people there were in high school. And fat. The inside of the club had a pretty sweet ambience, too bad the 13 year old girls didn’t get the “don’t wear cut off shirts when your torso has been invaded by fat” memo. So there we were. Three guys surrounded by a bunch of unlicensed girls who took the hideous bus to Ultrabar. Damn. In the spirit of MTV reality shows...NEXT.
We roll through Georgetown. Nothing looks alive. Maybe The Ballroom in Clarendon? We get there. Not open to the public. Across the street to The Grill. Bingo. Packed to the walls. Rockin’ band. Open to public.
At this point, we are feeling a little behind though so we head to the bar. A couple drinks. Still not feeling it. More drinks. Shots. Things start to liven up. Tyler starts to flirt. With three guys. His excuse...”They’re all doctors!” Me and Luis proceed to give him a hard time about this the rest of the night. Ok. So he thought he knew one of them from somewhere, but we have chosen to overlook this fact.
We hang out, continue the drinking, and watch the band...Flip Like Wilson. The band ends and the real fun begins. At this point we are all feeling a bit inebriated and Tyler has the urge to get a business card from the band. As we are waiting around, some girl is harassing the lead singer...
“You’re like a tractor beam of crazy trying to suck me in!”
I decide I like the band even more. Tyler gets the business card and we start to put on our own show with this guy.
“What direction do you see the band going?”
“Could you see yourself playing in different venues?”
“How is your logistics situation? Do you travel?”
“Have you written any of your own music? Any originals?”
“Would you be open creating your own stuff”
The tirade of questions from the three of us astound the band member we are talking to.
Band Guy: “Do you guys have a card or something?”
Luis: “No, we weren’t planning on seeing any bands tonight, we just ended up here as a fluke, my card is in my other pants.”
Band Guy: “Oh yeah that’s cool, I didn’t actually plan on giving out any cards tonight, the one I gave you is actually an old one, I understand. What’s the name of your company?”
Yes, At this point we had become a company.
Luis (hesitates only briefly): “GM-Montgomery. We just started out not long ago.”
Me: “Yeah, we kind of try to have our hand in a little bit of everything, the music thing is new for us, we are just kind of having fun”
This kind of BS goes on for a while longer. We are on top of the world. As we walk away we hear..
“Man most people are so full of BS, but I really liked those guys, they were legit.”
Yes we are. And to celebrate our newly founded company, the three partners of GM-Montgomery headed to IHOP.
We met this guy at IHOP.
He was having a rough night. The steak omelets were getting all the love. For good reason. They were delicious.
Woke up today late. Spent 2 hours in traffic. Killed some Chipotle. And got into the holiday spirit at the Potomac Mills.
Domo Arigato Mr. Gomez...
Friday, December 22, 2006
Third Bar is a Charm - More DC Goodness.
Too Much Fun With Sunglasses..
